C242 It Doesn't Rain When It's Dry

It sounded like Zu Chong had some doubts. He frowned, his face full of wariness.

"Who knows? Maybe the path to the inheritance is destined to be like this. Ancient Saint's pressure is unimaginable. Even after thousands of years, it still won't disappear."

What kind of answer could Chen Fan give? He could only give it a perfunctory answer. He couldn't tell what Zu Chong was thinking right now